The First: EVO Uprising (60 page)

Fighting and killing came as natural to her as breathing and eating.

Although Sophia possessed a well of fighting techniques to pull from, Peace had true combat experience, which made her realize that up till now she was a champion that had never really been tested.  

Sophia found an opening through the barrages of punches and kicks delivering a simultaneous legsweep and front punch to Peace’s chest dropping her flat on her back. Peace responded by rolling and scissoring Sophia’s legs slamming her face first into the lawn of the Jefferson Memorial. She rolled again driving a backhand fist to the back of Sophia’s skull sinking her further into the dirty. Sophia rolled out of the way before she could hit another one creating a crater in the dirt with her fist.

As she sprung back to her feet, Peace performed a Kip Up back to her vertical base. The two began to circle one another like lionesses preparing to fight over territory or a kill.

“
However way you and Mr. Stargate pulled off your little Houdini act,” Peace seethed, “it doesn’t matter. After I kill you, him and everyone you ever loved and cared about is dead by my hands!”

“
You have to kill me first for that to happen you monster,” Sophia fired back, “and that’s not going to happen today!”

“
Tell me why, you misbegotten bitch!” Peace screamed. “Why do you continue to defend these blood sucking parasites who ass rape everything they touch, including your life?”

“
I swear by God the Father in Heaven, Jesus Christ His only begotten Son, and the Holy Spirit to keep according to my ability and my judgment. The following Oath and agreement,” she began to recite, “to consider dear to me, as my parents, him who taught me this art; to live in common with him and, if necessary, to share my goods with him. To look upon his children as my own brothers, to teach them this art; and that by my teaching, I will impart knowledge of this art to my own sons, and to my teacher’s sons, and to disciples bound by an indenture and oath according to the medical laws, and no others. I will prescribe regimens for the good of my patients according to my ability and my judgment and never do harm to anyone. I will give no deadly medicine to any one if asked, nor suggest any such counsel; and similarly I will not give a woman a pessary to cause an abortion. But I will preserve the purity of my life and my arts. I will not cut for stone, even for patients in whom the disease is manifest; I will leave this operation to be performed by practitioners, specialists in this art. In every house where I come I will enter only for the good of my patients, keeping myself far from all intentional ill-doing and all seduction and especially from the pleasures of love with women or men, be they free or slaves. All that may come to my knowledge in the exercise of my profession or in daily commerce with men, whom ought not to be spread abroad, I will keep secret and will never reveal.  If I keep this oath faithfully, may I enjoy my life and practice my art, respected by all humanity and in all times; but if I swerve from it or violate it, may the reverse be my life.”

“
What the fuck did all that mean?” Peace sneered.

“
For your simple mind to comprehend,” she reared her teeth, “I took an oath as a
doctor
to save and preserve all life using all of my abilities. So there’s no way I plan on standing back and watch your enact mass genocide on the world. You’re going to have to go through me to do it!”

A frustrated Peace emitted an inhuman animalistic roar similar to when Sophia resurrected from Mountain View seven years ago. She detonated from where she stood taking flight and crashing into Sophia going airborne. Through mid-flight, Sophia performed her own Judo Tomeo-nage or Circle throw in midair tossing her off of her.

She came in at full speed throwing a powerful right; Peace sidestepped the punch grabbing her performing a Judo Uchi-mata Inner-thigh throw hurling her through a fifty-story building. Halfway through as Sophia slammed on the breaks to stop, Peace barreling through plowed into her bursting through the other side of the building putting her through two more. Exploding through the third building, they both broke free of one another crash landing into opposite sides of Pennsylvania Ave in Downtown Washington DC taking out cars, storefronts, and anything else unlucky enough to be in their path. Abandoned building number three, collapsed in on itself sending smoke and debris in opposite directions within a twelve-block radius.

Sophia fought to her feet shaking off the cobwebs standing in the middle of a closed Radio Shack that she demolished with her crashing landing. Majority of Washington had apparently taken the hint after Peace’s televised speech and did not come to work which was lucky for them. She walked through the hole she created where those who did not take the hint ran screaming, biking, or driving to safety. She turned spying Peace through the heavy dust four blocks away already standing and glaring in her direction. She turned taking a deep breath knowing that she was not only in for the fight of her life but that the end could only have one outcome. With no more words to be spoken, the two most powerful EVOs on the planet launched themselves toward each other to begin battle anew.  

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On the other side of Washington DC, the Ghoul stood alone as the skies and streets lit up with battle once again after seven years between his teammates, Peace, Sophia, and the Egyptian.

“
Well this went all tits up!” he sneered.

Before he could contemplate whether to join his teammates in fighting the Egyptian Warrior or save his own skin to live another day, his reflexes kicked in as the female speedster that rescued the President appeared again out of nowhere now brandishing twin swords of her own.

With a swing she attempted to severe his head from his torso with one blow. He barely put his blades up which took the impact of the sword swipe. The force of her swing took him off his feet and slammed him into a parked Lincoln town car caving in the passenger door.

He shrugged it off getting back to his feet while sizing up his new opponent.

She stood am impressive six feet in height, her gray and silver bodysuit appeared as if it was a second layer of skin. The design looked like the body without skin revealing the muscle tissue underneath. Her matching high tech split toe shoes seemed as if they attached to her outfit. The only colorful thing about her attire was the blue, red, black, and silver Kabuki mask that covered her identity. Her raven dark hair neatly cornrowed into thin braids. The last thing he spied as they circled each other were her futuristic gunmetal gray ninjato style swords with Japanese caricatures etched into the blades. They looked heavy and capable of cutting through almost anything with a single swing.

“
And who might you be love?” He pointed his blade at her.

“
Your executioner,” she responded with a distorted voice, “but you can call me Shintobe.”

“
Never seen a bomb watcher as tall as you,” he spat back.

“
Oh that’s my Irish side,” she answered with a cutesy voice. “Guess what my other side is.”

She twirled the sword in her right hand with insane speed producing a wind that he could feel as she prepared to end the small talk.

“
Before I dice you into sushi,” Ghoul snarled, “do tell to what do I owe this apparently personal invitation to combat?”

“
Lady Electrify was a good friend of mine.” Shintobe emitted bass in her voice. “You butchered her like a dog in the street. The only reason I didn’t get back in enough time to watch your entrails spill before you is because I was on the other side of the world killing scumbags like you. By the time I heard the news and got back, the Regulators already hauled you off to the deep dark hole you should have stayed in.”

“
So this is payback then?” He sarcastically stumbled around in shock. “I’ll have you know your little friend bawled and squealed like a stuffed pig as I did her in those dirty streets, and I enjoyed watching the light go out of her!”

“
Thank you,” she shot back.

“
Thank you for what, you cunt?” he roared.

“
Now I’m really going to enjoy killing you,” she calmly answered.  

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Back in Mount Vernon, Sister Shareef held a bloodied and pummeled Nachzehrer by the throat letting up to see if she surrendered before delivering her forty first punch.

“
You give up,” Shareef barked, “or do you want some more?”

Nachzehrer answered her the same way she answered Heavy Element in Manhattan, by hocking blood laced spittle into her face.

“
Oh no, that nasty bitch didn’t!” someone yelled from their front porch.

Before a disgusted Shareef could respond with another thunderous haymaker, Nachzehrer took the split second opportunity to wrench a fist full of dirt from the sidewalk grass hurling it into her face, blinding her.

Nachzehrer followed up by backhanding her, knocking her off. A stunned Shareef tumbled rolled off the wreckage of the Focus. As she stumbled to her feet, Nachzehrer already up charged nailing her with a shoulder tackle to the gut. In one motion, she lifted her off her feet plowing her back first into a parked red Yukon, which slammed nose first into the back of a parked BMW. It continued to cause a chain reaction of crashes, while Nachzehrer with a handful of Sister Shareef’s locks slammed her skull repeatedly against the back of the caved in vehicle.

Shareef went for a head-removing elbow to back her up and get some breathing room; a faster Nachzehrer ducked it locking her up. She lifted her into the air delivering a textbook wrestling back suplex drilling her head and shoulder first into the back of the SUV. Unlike the staged sport, she was unprepared for the savage bump taking the full force of the blow.

An enraged Nachzehrer, refusing to give her breathing room, latched onto her right leg. Using a one armed swing, she hurled her into the skies of Mount Vernon.

Her point of impact was the basketball court attached to the projects of Seventh and Eighth Avenue. Players and locals hanging out scattered screaming as Shareef took out one of the steel basketball hoops bring it down. She rolled to her hands and knee groaning.

“
Dear Lord,” she said, “I’m too old for this shit.”

The hairs on her neck stood to attention as something screamed for her to move.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw what was left of the Yukon they fought on coming toward her guided by and cackling airborne Nachzehrer.

She rolled out of the way thwarting her attempt to crush her with it. The vehicle folded like an accordion as it smashed into the concrete of the ball court.

The older woman on her feet again covered up as a younger faster Nachzehrer began to batter her with what was left of the SUV. Shareef with her guard up tanked some of the shots looking for an opening. She miscalculated dropping her defense for a second taking a face full of wrecked SUV, knocking her into a violent and awkward tailspin. Her skull was the first to hit the pavement. On instinct, she rolled to her hands and knees despite her vision going blurry. She was unprepared for her bringing the wrecked SUV down on top of her. A wide-eyed drooling Nachzehrer delivered a secondary blow for good measure.

With one arm, she pulled the wreckage off Shareef as onlookers cursed and screamed at her from afar. Shareef once again on her hands and knees continued to fight to rise. Blood from healing open wounds dripped from her skull, nose, and mouth. Her body trembled in pain despite her regenerative healing working to help her recover.

Nachzehrer snapped off a steel beam from the undercarriage of the SUV. It was not a clean break producing a sharp jagged edge. She ran the edge a couple of times across the concrete of the ball court to make it even sharper. She then sashayed around with it in her grip taunting Shareef.

“
You know… I could give two shits what Peace says.” She raised her left hand into a fist. “The only true master race is the one with this color!”

She bolted delivering a savage punt kick to Shareef’s ribcage lifting her several feet off the ground. She hit back first emitting an agonizing groan as she clutched her ribs. Nachzehrer could have field goal kicked her out of the court. She held back wanting everyone around to see what she was about to do next.

She dropped down onto Shareef’s chest pinning her upper arms by the biceps. She then grabbed Shareef by her dreads lifting her head up a bit, running the sharp edge of her makeshift shiv across her face.

“
And I’m going to make it my business to finally exterminate you knuckle dragging…” Nachzehrer began to yell.

Her speech of hatred screeched to a halt as her eyes widened while her entire body quivered.

Shareef removed her hand from Nachzehrer’s left thigh to reveal an ion body damper attached to it sending thousands of volts of electricity directly into her nervous system overloading it. During her beating, she was able to pull one out from one of the compartments in her forearm bands. Lady Tech instructed her that for it to be one hundred percent effective, it had to be attached to the back of the neck so that it could deliver the charged pulse to the spinal cord, cerebellum, and brain.